All squirrels are magic you know. They fly from tree to tree. They can chew through about anything (including the buttons on my coat). They disappear--usually to reappear with something you don't want them to have. Tonight Kibbles launched herself into the sink and ended up soaking wet--which means I'm soaking wet because she scrambled onto me. She's curled up inside my jacket on her back using her mental techniques to force me to scratch her under her arm and rub her little ears.
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